"Tyra?"
How the hell is she here? I thought she left with Maxwell. And wasn't leaving with him supposed to mean she had finally accepted him?
"What?" She took a step forward, swirling her glass before taking a slow sip. She reached the balcony railing and let out a heavy sigh.
I raised a brow, hands resting at my sides. It still hurt to see Christy's face in hers. If Tyra and I had been friends in this world, I could have had my best friend standing by my side at my wedding.
"It's funny," she said, stepping closer. She eyed me up and down before looking up at the night sky. "That you came here as a maid and suddenly took him away."
"I took nothing away from you." I gritted my teeth. I was done seeing my best friend in her. I'd given her too many chances, and now, out of nowhere, I was being blamed? "If King Harry doesn't want you, it has nothing to do with me."
